gain. So, once I had embraced the idea, I resolved to be that doctor whatever might come.

When what I wanted was accomplished, and I went out into society with my medical diploma, I preferred the branch of motherhood and childhood over all the other branches of medicine, so as to take part in raising the nation of my country and its children with a sound and healthy upbringing.

Today I devote myself to carrying out this program of mine with all the feeling I have been given and all my desire to serve humanity — a sincere service — preferring in it fruitful, useful social work to every material profit. It is enough for me, in this service, to satisfy my conscience and my feeling, and to serve my nation and my country.

4 — Miss Umayya Jadayel is a licensed midwife, and it is enough to say that she is the right hand of Dr. Mustafa Khalidi. Here Miss Jadayel expresses her opinion of her profession and why she chose it. She says:

"My choice of the profession

of midwifery was prompted by my instinct, and to satisfy my inclinations and desires — namely, humane service, consoling woman in her most critical hours, easing her pains, and helping her to bring forth a child in whom there may be good for society.

Miss Umayya Jadayel

It is no secret what sacrifices and responsibilities this profession carries, which none can bear but one whose soul is molded upon the love of work and of sacrifice for the sake of others, and upon watching over their comfort at the times when they are incapable of any act, weak in body and in will.

And my love for children, for being near them, and for helping the mother to care for them before their eyes open to the light of the sun — all these reasons led me to choose this profession.

"A Maze!..."

To Nazik's "Utopia"!

O maze of the dream — no, no dream in the dawn that looks down!

The horizons lie felled in its hushed, dreary wasteland,

and sorrow heaves up from every herald crying out,

and the unknown expanse lies in the mouth of fading extinction.

Despair has been forbidden — then why, O my bewilderment, am I denied my shadow?

How?... when the road offers no companion sheltering in its shade

How? — when estrangement does not pulse beyond the grove of my ignorance

How?... I cannot grasp it — leave me be, in my own solitary maze

Ah! for the bewilderment of my sighs in delusion that leads astray

Whenever I said "tomorrow is mine," the whole of me strayed in a part of me

And I wallowed in the mire of my sighs and my pleading

And disowned the phantoms of slow, sweet slumber

And my stupor?... at times I feed it the shallowness of my mind

And often I lavish the soul upon it, though I loathe all solace

And when my feet fall upon the crippled night

its sighs come back deformed to my abased hearing,

and beyond them a sound of sobbing, heedless, makes my burden heavier:

Ah, no — no dream for the deprived in the dawn that looks down.

Dalal Shirazi

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